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A short recap. Amie was brought up from below where all the children on the ship are kept until they show they are of age to fight or to do whore work. Amie wasn't brought up until she was almost twenty two because of her lack of huge womanly curves. Amie is slender and still looks very childish, like she is still fifteen. Peter, mistakened Amie as a child and planned an invasion of the ship where he thought he rescued Amie from the clutches of Captain Hook. Now with the lost boys of Neverland, Amie is experiencing for the first time what it is like to be a free child.
The sun sank in the sky and Amie was in the highest boughs of the tree, feeling the rays on her skin. It was beautiful. The wind was blowing slightly caressing her bare arms with a warm breath. Taking a deep breath, Amie leaned back in the branches enjoying some time alone. After the food fight, she was followed everywhere by the lost boys, all asking questions on what it was like on the ship, how was she able to grow on the ship, and how many other children were on there. Trying to keep her answers vague, Amie only found escape when Peter turned up rounding up the lost boys for planning another invasion on the ship. Giving him a smile of thanks, Amie turned to the tree, and started to climb up. Slipping and almost falling a few times, Amie found a comfortable spot and watched the sunset.
"Comfortable?"
Amie jumped hearing the voice and had to steady herself before turning to see who had climbed without her hearing. Peter floated a little away from her, watching her.
"Hello Peter," Amie smiled. "You scared me."
"I would think growing up on that pirate ship would have been scarier," Peter landed softly on the branch in front of Amie.
"I was kept away from the pirates, most my life," Amie said. "The only time I really saw them was when they came to take some one."
"You don't talk like a pirate," Peter noticed.
"No, the woman who brought me up talked real proper to me, she used to spend much of her time with Captain Hook and he talks very well," Amie said. "The only reason she was caring for us, the children, was because she was horribly beaten and none of the pirates wanted anything to do with her."
"What do the grown girls do on the ship?" Peter asked. Amie looked over in surprise. Did he really not know? But if he was suppose to be a child, why would he need to know.
"Amie?" Amie startled realizing she was just staring at Peter. "Well?"
"The women, well they um," Amie stammered trying to think of a way to explain it not wanting to corrupt the boy. "The men use the woman for pleasure."
"How?" Peter was intrigued. "Do they beat them or actually play games?" Amie laughed.
"Games?" Amie shook her head. "Depending on whose point of view it is, it could be described as a game."
"Well how do they play it, teach me," Peter started floating again, excited at the thought of a new game, even if it was played by pirates. Amie's eyes grew wide not knowing what to do. She was saved from answering when a lost boy called up to Peter.
"There's pirates on the island," He yelled up. Amie recognized the boy as Bear.
"You can show me later, after the lost boys have gone to bed," Peter said and turned to Bear. He missed the flush on Amie's cheeks as he replied then flew Amie out of the tree.
"Take Amie back to the hide out, I'll be there soon," Peter said. Once Bear had Amie inside he left, and Amie was pleased to find that she was alone. Spotting some blankets on the floor and a pillow, that wasn't there before, Amie thought of that was her bed. Walking over and sitting down, Amie hugged her shoulders, a little afraid of sleeping alone.
"If I pretend to be asleep when Peter returns," Amie whispered. "That will give me more time to think of why he wouldn't want to know the pirate's game." Crawling in the covers, Amie closed her eyes and scanned her mind for any idea's. It was some time before the sound of the lost boys returning, cheering from the victory of chasing the pirates away, came into the tree.
"Shhh," some one said. "Amie is asleep." It wasn't Peter.
"Then we should go to sleep too," This one was. "Then in the morning, we might have a new game to play!" Amie squeezed her eyes shut as he said this, and the sound of the lost boys scurrying about soon quieted.
"Amie?" Peter shook her shoulder while he whispered. "Amie wake up, I need you to teach me that game." Peter paused then decided to pick her up. At this point pretending to be asleep was very hard for Amie and Peter noticed she stiffened a bit in his arms. Hearing him laugh, Amie knew Peter knew that she was awake, but he said nothing as he carried her into his room, so they wouldn't wake the lost boys. When he put her down on the bed, Amie still didn't open her eyes.
"Faker," Peter said, then tried tickling Amie. As soon as Peter touched her sides, Amie gasped from surprise and opened her eyes. She found Peter standing over her, hands on his hips while he smiled. "Knew it!" Peter said cheerfully as he jumped and sat cross legged in the air.
"Yeah," Amie said then had an idea. "You passed the first part of the pirate's game."
"Getting you to wake up?" Peter said with disbelief.
"Yeah," Amie nodded. Peter frowned then shook his head.
"No, Amie I don't believe you," Peter said. Amie's smile fell.
"Why not?"
"Because," Peter started pacing as he talked. "I've seen part of what I think is the pirates game, but you're not telling me." Amie's eyes widened as Peter talked. "I think I've seen part of the game but then before they continue, they would go inside. Unless what they're doing is the game but that doesn't seem like very much fun.
"Either way I want to try it!" Peter stopped right in front of Peter hands on his hips again. Amie, her eyes wide, could feel her heart hammering in her chest. There's so many things that he could have seen done on the pirate ships, the men were not known to care for discretion, and Peter looked determined to try whatever it is he saw.
"First," Peter leaned down, so his face was inches away from Amie, she backed away a little. "They put there mouth together." As Peter moved closer, Amie leaned to far and toppled off the side of the bed. Stopping himself form falling on the bed, Peter leaned over and looked at Amie in surprise.
"What's wrong?" Peter asked. Amie was shaking, her heart was hammering, and a fine bead of sweat had broken out on her brow. She had almost been kissed by Peter Pan, a child who had tortured Hook for who knows how long, and was presumable older than Amie herself. But, he was still a child, while she was a grown woman. Even though she grew up in the hole of darkness on the ship, she knew that this was wrong.
"The game," Amie said softly. "Is a game for grownups only Peter."
"Why is it only for grown ups?" Peter sat on the bed.
"Because that is a game that can take away your innocence," Amie replied. Peter looked at her for a moment, a little confused, then shrugged it off.
"Okay if you don't want to tell me that's fine," Peter lifted his head in the air. He was insulted, Amie could tell. She sighed torn between wanting to explain to him so he didn't think she was trying to hide anything from him, but not wanting to take the child away.
"What would a kid of a pirate know anyway," Peter turned his back to Amie crossing his arms. Amie felt a jolt go through her hearing Peter say this and slowly climbed to her feet.
"What's that suppose to mean?" Amie asked.
"See you don't know," Peter scoffed. He was baiting her, he knew it was working, but Amie had no clue. Peter waited for a moment, then jumped off the bed as Amie tried to tackle him. She fumbled with the blankets for a second before Peter came over and flipped Amie over, pinning her arms and holding her legs done with his knee's. She couldn't move and Peter couldn't resist smiling down at her and then laughing.
"What's so funny?" Amie was frustrated and still trying to get up.
"Because you played right into my game," Peter said. "From here, you can't run away, or fall off the bed." Amie's eyes widened and for a moment her struggles ceased. Peter saw this as giving in and started to lean closer to Amie. She turned her head from him.
"Peter I'm too old for you!" Amie cried out of desperation. Peter stopped and looked down at her and laughed.
"I look older than you, what are you talking about?" Peter shook his head.
"Remember about how I told you of when they take the kids out from below?" Amie asked. It was out, she couldn't take it back now. Peter nodded his head.
"Yeah, so you're what sixteen?" Peter asked.
"I'm going to be twenty two, Peter," Amie said. "I know I don't look it, and I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner, but I didn't want to go back." Peters eyes narrowed in confusion then widened as he realized that Amie was telling the truth. "I don't want them to put there hands on me, to have to open my legs to every pirate on the ship." Amie bit her lip realizing that she said too much.
"Why would you spread your legs to them?" Peter asked.
"Because if I don't they'll beat me," Amie said. "I won't give you detail on what goes on, but that's what you saw. The woman went willingly to do what ever the pirate wanted so she wouldn't get beaten." Peter scrambled off of Amie and she sat up, rubbing her wrist. Peter seemed in shock and at a lost for words.
"I'm sorry…"
"Don't say another word," Peter held a hand up. "Sleep in here tonight, in the morning, I'll decide what to do with you, pirate." Peter walked over and sat by the blanket, that acted as a door, eyes trained on Amie. Trying hard not to cry, she lay down and muffled her sobs into the pillow. She may be an adult, but acted as though she was a child, that was all she knew.
